“Our case is desperate! All the Burtons are coming out dead against us;
and neither ‘the new philanthropy,’ nor ‘Friends,’ nor ‘anti-gallows,’
can save us. I never knew excitement get up so fast. It’s the infernal
aristocracy that kills us!—Williams makes great use of it; and our
people will not stand aristocracy. See what a magnanimous report to the
legislature the learned Attorney-General has just made on the subject of
aristocracy. How admirably he touches up the kings and countesses!”
“Pshaw!” exclaimed Dunscomb, with a contemptuous curl of the lip—“not
one in a thousand knows the meaning of the word; and he among the rest.
The report you mention is that of a refined gentleman, to be sure, and
is addressed to his equals. What exclusive political privilege does Mary
Monson possess? or what does the patroon, unless it be the privilege of
having more stolen from him, by political frauds, than any other man in
the State? This cant about social aristocracy, even in a state of
society in which the servant deserts his master with impunity, in the
midst of a dinner, is very miserable stuff! Aristocracy, forsooth! If
there be aristocracy in America, the blackguard is the aristocrat. Away,
then, with all this trash, and speak common sense in future.”
“You amaze me, sir! Why, I regard _you_ as a sort of aristocrat, Mr.
Dunscomb.”
“Me!—And what do you see aristocratic about me, pray?”
“Why, sir, you don’t _look_ like the rest of us. Your very _walk_ is
different—your language, manners, dress, habits and opinions, all differ
from those of the Duke’s county bar. Now, to my notion, that is being
exclusive and peculiar; and whatever is peculiar is aristocratic, is it
not?”
Here Dunscomb and his nephew burst out in a laugh; and, for a few
minutes, Mary Monson was forgotten. Timms was quite in earnest; for he
had fallen into the every-day notions, in this respect, and it was not
easy to get him out of them.
“Perhaps the Duke’s county bar contains the aristocrats, and I am the
cerf!” said the counsellor.
“That cannot be—you _must_ be the aristocrat, if any there be among us.
I don’t know _why_ it is so, but so it is; yes, _you_ are the
aristocrat, if there be one at our bar.”
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